“Are You the Help?” the CEO’s Wife Asked — By Morning, I Was Calling the Board to Order

pajamas now, mascara smudged under her eyes.

“I’m fine, sweetheart,” I said, drying my face. “It was a long night. You should sleep.”

She hesitated. “Are you going to do something?”

I thought of Diane’s voice, that casual dismissal. The executives smirking. Gregory’s face draining of color when he realized who I was.

“Yes,” I said. “I’m going to do something.continue reading …